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BAM Mar 2014
Her hands are rough
Scarred
Tough

Her art is tough
Screaming
Silent

Her mouth is silent
Secrets
Haunted

Her mind is haunted
Ominous
Hating

Her heart is hating
Broken
Buried

Her body is buried
*****
Scarred


She is a damaged.
BAM Mar 2014
She was caught up in the moment,
trapped in the cage of her memories.

Happiness was Survival.
It was a knife too sharp, a pain too vibrant
Bruises covered up with caked, peach cover up
Happiness was Fake.

She saw things
Haunting visions in each corner of her room
She saw Red; she saw black and white
but she never saw a way out
how does one escape a Nightmare,
when they are living in a dream?

how can you feel the Yellow of the sun,
when all you feel is the Red of a scream?
every memory a grain of sand, lungs slowly scratching full,
Drowning you into an epitome of never ending darkness
She was a Lie-
until the day She Screamed.

hate pouring from her grey-blue eyes.
she was drowning; it all happened too fast.
the flood began
She Let Go.
Insanity peaked; She Screamed red, she Cried blue.
She struck back with the lightning of his own fists,
the thunder of his own voice.

Freeing her mind
of the ominous never ending nightmares
which repeat through her eyes.
slowly filing away at the iron cage
which has kept her from pursuing her dreams

She is a Dreamer.
Unspinning the web of her dream catcher one string at a time.
Turning her dreams into plans
Learning to Speak, Shout, Live.
Creating new hues and Perspectives on
the Past, Present, and Future
Sculpting the hearts which have Broken into pieces,
Creating a new Love for life.

She is an Old Soul.
Learning from the long past
and Implementing it into a way to live.
She will Lead you, hand in hand,
into the bright, burning yellow light.
its Radiance Beaming down onto your skin,
burning away the sadness, soaking you in its Luminescence.
Filling you with this Positive Energy,
making you feel
I n f i n i t e

She is a Survivor,
and nobody, Nobody can take that away from her
BAM Sep 2013
Play off “Where I’m From” written by George Ella Lyon


I am from novels
From thrillers and believers
I am from the roots which keep me grounded
(Deep, Strong
Holding me up right)
I am from the graveyard
A haunting gaze
Whose eyes have seen violence
And tears turned to stone

I am from flashing lights and late nights
From whiskey and cottonmouth
I’m from the runaways
And the poets
From shut up and get out
I’m from please forgive me
With baby, it’ll be okay
And honey he’s better now

I’m from a conventional home
With grilled chicken and extra veggies
From the innocence I have lost
To a monster
The blue eyes I keep shut tight
Under my pillow was a knife
Spilling broken dreams
A sift of faces
To drift beneath my nightmares
I am from these moments—
Snapped before I budded—
Blooming towards the roads ahead
BAM May 2013
Is someone getting the best of you?
Do they stop, and look at you
And in the morning, do they care
And love the way your body feels

Gotta put up your defenses
Wall up behind those fences
Don’t let them see what they do
When they look deep into you

Will someone try to get through
What will you let them do
Run away before it’s too late
Who’s to say it isn’t fate?

Don’t lose yourself in the beat
Or let your mind fog in the heat
Even though your pulse is racing
Turn around, keep steady pace

Is someone getting the best of you?
Wall up behind those fences
Run away before it’s too late
Turn around, keep steady pace
BAM Apr 2013
I’m tired of doubting myself
Of being there for everybody except for me
It’s my turn to stand up
Fight for my rights I gave away
This is my life, not yours
These shoulders will hold you no more

My turn to be something
Long ago, i tried to follow the moss
But I’m done searching
From now on, it’s here
No more chains to keep me down
It’s now.                  Here.

I’m no longer searching
Over trying, overburdened
No longer depending on you
To always be there
Not going to listen to you
When you pretend to be fair

It’s my turn
And I will make something of myself
Time to make something
Of this ****** up, over-analytical,
Piece of mind
I gave to you to control

No more games, and no more stories
I’m writing my own
New pages in this journal
To be filled with new found freedom
I’ve been a slave to you, but I’m done
Let freedom ring
BAM Apr 2013
Never was a child who couldn’t see through the pain
Didn’t think someday there’d be nothing to gain
so where did those dreams go
did it even matter?
clear glass lies shattered
through that home, it was broken
but we left secrets unspoken
don’t you worry child
there will be no more chokin’

you’ll get past those secrets left for deceased
break through those tall walls blocked by the beast
carry those burdens with you to heaven
the ones you’ve been holding since age 7
but where do you go
on a road with no direction
doesn’t matter, no, you just have to take action
watch all those faces
yea, see their reaction
when the girl with no future
blows them to fractions

never was a girl who couldn’t see through the pain
I looked in those small eyes and saw future to gain
Those dreams soared past miles with no light
But she ran faster, knowing the future’s tonight
Drop off those stones
held high on your shoulders
know that in his eyes
you’re one strong soldier
fought for your life and got you to college
prime of your youth
and you got all that new knowledge
soon, you’ll find what you are yearning
but keep pace now, child
this is a long, long journey
BAM Mar 2013
She opens her heart
Like a window
For some fresh air

Listens to the winds
And love songs
Chirped from up high

She’s trying to see
What lies on
The other side of her pane

Looking out to the sky
But the sun’s glare
Still impairs her vision
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